Thursday 10th April 2025 Nuevo Canete to San Bartolo
Lovely hospitality from the host last night sharing a beer with us, as wax lyrical about the days ride, weird place but nice people, as we watch the sun go gown on the dusty sand dunes, with their dogs licking their lips at our succulent calves

No yogurt, so just water with the porridge in the morning, trying to wean Ringo off the staple diet, before he goes home. Pushed the bikes over the sand dunes and back on the Pam-Am Highway, all set for Ringos penultimate days riding with us, afraid its not the most exciting ride, from the dusty village San Vicente de Cañete, to the oh so elegantly named Playa San Bartolo (nice village name and all the best to young Cathal and his lovely family), that’s enough of the soft stuff.

On the tourist trail again now waving to all the motor cyclists, tourist as they give us gentle beep, keeps us going, as we churn out the miles, not going at any great speed, just constant. Hugging the coast, enjoying the cool sea breeze, every now and again we get a glimpse of the Pacific ocean, waves crashing in, looking forward to having a swim later.

Other than the thought of diving into the ocean, not much to see, just lots of beach, sand dunes, takes us a while to find a place to eat along the road, definately the off season, finally find a place that is open in Asia little town not the continent! but only a set menu, little discussion we soon have it all sorted, rice and salad, thats what fuels Ringo, Gringo, Bingo has the whole set menu, nice guy serves us ,wanting to practise his English, gave him a good lesson with a tinge of the Aylesham accent.

Only 25mile to go, Bingo has booked a beach front apartment, hopefully for the right day, last time we let him lose on the booking department he booked a lovely hotel, just the wrong day! but thats another story.

Head in to the afor mentioned Playa San Bartolo, ride up and down the seafront promenade, must be down the near vertical cliff, manage to get the bikes down a set of stone / sand carved steps, onto the lower terrace row, Bingo and Ringo go in search of the apartment, I am left in charge of the bikes, thats my forte, soon have a nice cold beer in my hand, as I diligently look after the bikes, they come back and order me to get another three beers, as they manouvre the bikes back up a steep set of steps to the apartment , message to self get better at reading the information on the places to stay, makes life so much easier. But all well that ends well, soon in the digs, very nice ones, then straight into the Pacific Ocean, felt so good, frolicking in the surf, watching the big boys ride the waves, as we paddled about.

Just enough time to watch the sun set over the ocean, then out for a bit of food, still in bed by nine though.